The novel has taken turns I did not expect. That's what happens when you don't follow your original outline, I guess, and let the story flow on its own. I suppose more experienced writers do not have this problem, but I am not of that caliber. Oh, well.
Now, if I weren't writing under the Nanowrimo contest, I would just go back, rip the pages I didn't like, and start all over again. But that would set me back by a few thousand words so I guess I'll just have to live with what I've written and work my way out of that. In a way this barrel-on approach works very well because I am forced to write and accept what I have written, whether I think they're any good or not.
Then again, if I weren't writing under the Nanowrimo contest, I don't think I'd be writing at all.
Masochist that I am, I also began with the animation class that Foundation University is offering together with Top Peg Animation. This will effectively keep me busy from 1PM to 5PM every day. I have no intention of becoming an animator, but I value the discipline in art that this training promises to provide. I'm also looking forward to making new friends.
That said, the animation class hasn't really significantly affected my output. By taking away a good chunk of the time that would otherwise be spent on distractions, I think I've actually improved my focus on the project.
Excerpt for today:
The natives did not understand a whit of what the priest was saying. Come to think of it, neither did I nor any of my companions, save perhaps for the old captain and the writer Antonio, who looked to be men of some education. But the natives did appreciate the solemnity, and they kept respectful silence and followed along with us on all our movements. At the end of the Mass, the priest was in tears, no doubt of thankfulness, and likewise the natives cried.
Seeing this, the old captain was swept away with thoughts of grandeur. Imagine that! Converting a whole tribe of heathens to Our Lord, ensuring their salvation. Through Enrique, he asked the king if he and his subjects might like to embrace the religion we had brought. Now, I did not understand fully Enrique's native tongue then, though I had spent some time under his tutelage, but it sounded suspiciously to me that that was not what he said. Instead, he told Kulambu: "It would please the old man very much if you embraced his religion and were baptized."
Sighing deeply, Kulambu acceded. On that day, the entire tribe of Kulambu was converted to Christianity. The old captain was overjoyed and seemed to have found a new purpose as well as a new weapon. After the ceremony, he ordered a cross to be erected in the center of the village.